Stupid Funny Questions Novels & Stories

“Do you still love Lester?” Do I still love who?! My head snapped up, my eyes widening in disbelief. A short, humorless laugh escaped my lips. “What? Why would you ask something so stupid?” I replied, shaking my head as if trying to rid myself of the absurdity of the question. That was a dumb way to break the silence.

Is he still laughing at me? "Are you making me fun because of me?" I punched his arm while asking. "Fck, I can't stop laughing." My gad, what's funny? "What's funny? And stop cursing no!" I am really irritated right now but yeah it's effective. He doesn't remember my food hehe.

If you were a werewolf I would spare only you. ‎ ‎"Really?" I asked with hope in my eyes. ‎ ‎"Of course, if a wolf is as beautiful as you, who am I to judge..." He bent down, his eyes tracing me. ‎ ‎"You are not serious!" I pushed his face away as he giggled. ‎ ‎"But seriously why do ladies like asking funny questions like - 'if I were a chicken... If I were a worm...would you still love me?"..." He bursted into laughter. I took a pillow and threw at him. "Shut up!"

一 Arthur suggested 一 What kind of joke? 一 Questions and Answers 一 Answered 一 Can I ask about everything? 一 I asked curiously 一 Of everything. 一 So let's go. That joke was a good way to get to know another person, the questions would be about their life and the answers would enable each other to get to know each other better. I still didn't know Arthur well, and there were many things I wanted to know, among them, was the reason why I had never seen his mother, which was my biggest curiosity.

Nathan chuckled and said, “Stupid is as stupid does.” Crystal: “Then you must be the stupidest man on the planet. Here, let me ask you a few questions: Am I a plaything when I am called a plaything? They say Helen is your fiancée. So, is she your fiancée? What if I said I was your mother and Helen didn’t have your baby? If you could not answer my questions, wouldn’t that prove that you are stupid?”

"Man, what did you just say?" The guy scoffs and repeats. "Stupid slut!" CJ laughs. "Please tell me it's me you called that." The guy scoffs. "It's your cheap whore right there..." "That's funny bro!" CJ laughs and the Indian guy joins in and now they are both laughing. "See you around bro..."

“You sure? They’re terrible.” “Worse than your attempts at washing dishes?” he teases. I gasp, mock offended. “That was one time. And you said you were gonna drop it.” “One very memorable time.” I smirk. “Ready?” He nods. “Okay. Why don't eggs tell each other secrets?” “Why?” “Because they might crack.” A short laugh escapes him. “That one’s bad.” “Wait, I’ve got more. What do you call a can opener that doesn’t work?”

"By any means, are you trying to laugh?" The moment I asked that question, the laughter burst out of his mouth. It seemed like the question punctured the bag in his mouth and let everything into the air. Damn it! I just made a fool out of myself. I was not even honest enough to say that it was her boobs that I saw. Yet, this dude found me to be silly. "Do you think I'm not making sense?" I asked again. The more I spoke, the more stupid I felt myself to be.

And I really am pissed. “Aren't you going to ask how we are holding up? The state of the company, and what we are doing to get it back to stability again?” You know, forget this acerbic, beamy smirk on my lips that is enough to light up this room. If only my child was not sleeping some distance away from me, this room’s walls would be shaking from the echoes of my laughter. Like, seriously? How absurd her stupid rhetorical questions are! How cliche!

I asked, feeling nervous. “Define stupid.” He laughed. “Only kidding,” He replied after seeing my distressed look, “Tell me what you remember about last night?” “Uhh, not much,” I replied, trying to recall last night. “At least nothing that has a logical explanation.” “Try me,” Miles responded.